Page 6 of 21 Week Hiatus

A pervert? That accusation is pretty ironic coming from the woman who is sleeping with a man not much older than our son herself. And if dating someone significantly younger than me makes me a pervert, then shouldn't the same label apply to her?

Fucking hypocrite.

Am I racked with guilt for betraying my own son, in the worst way possible? Absolutely. It’s hard to imagine a bigger asshole than myself walking this earth right now.

My mistake was keeping my relationship with Savi a secret. I should have manned up and sat him down to have a conversation. Perhaps then, it wouldn’t have come across as bad as it does now.

No doubt he would have kicked off, but at least I wouldn’t have lost all his respect.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not sorry, nor do I regret, meeting and falling in love with Savi. She’s the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time. It’s unfortunate that she met Trent first and he happens to be my son.

When we first crossed paths, I believed she was a single young woman. Her relationship with Trent was over, especially since he was the one who ended things with her. How could I have known that he would later realize his mistake and try to win her back? What was he expecting, that she would wait around for him? Like she’s some toy that he can drop and pick up whenever he feels like it or he’s bored.

No, Savi deserves better than that. Hell, she deserves better than me.

Lifting my gaze, I look over at her standing timidly in the doorway of my bedroom watching me; those beautiful hazel eyes full of unease.

Goddamn it, I love her and the mere thought of having to let her go not only terrifies me, but envisioning a life without her deeply saddens me. Savi leans against the door and even with the distance between us I can sense the tension hanging in the air like a bad stench.

I open my mouth to offer some words of comfort but I’m unable to muster up the words I want to say. With a shake of my head, I break eye contact and sit at the end of the bed, feeling defeated. I need to get it together.

Ultimately, whether I’m ready or not I will either have to accept the possibility of losing my son—if I haven’t already—or give up Savi.

And neither of those options are sitting well with me.

I can’t stand this silence any longer, so I sit up straight and look over at Savi, still watching me and gesture her to me. Without hesitation, she gracefully walks over to me and settles onto my lap, fitting perfectly into the space between my arms. As she nestles in, I close my eyes and inhale her heavenly scent, relishing in the moment of peace and comfort in her embrace. The warmth of her body against mine fills me with a sense of contentment and belonging. Something I haven’t felt in a very long time.

The way Savi’s fingers delicately brush against the nape of my neck causes goosebumps to rise on my skin. If it wasn’t for the austere circumstance that we’re in, I would have already started peeling her clothing off. Instead, I settle for pressing a soft kiss to her pulse point and I hear her sigh and relax into me. Despite the tension and uncertainty looming in the air, in this moment, there is only the two of us.

She pulls me closer, her one hand roaming over my back and the other coming up to caress my bearded jaw as she murmurs my name. I can't help but smile against her skin, grateful for this small reprieve from the chaos. In her arms, I forget about Trent and the guilt I’ve been pretending hasn’t been eating away at me.

I draw back slightly and Savi's lashes flutter open. My eyes drink in the sight of the deep pools of amber within, and she holds my gaze and slowly licks her lips, sending a jolt of longing through my body. Her voice is hesitant as she speaks. “What happens now?”

I close my eyes and lean my forehead against hers. I can feel the heat radiating from her skin and it fills me with a sense of calm. But there is also an underlying tone of apprehension in her words that makes my heart ache. “I don't know, Wildfire," I say honestly. “I always knew deep down that this moment would come, ever since I found out about your history with Trent. But I never stopped to consider what would happen if he were to find out. It was a selfish oversight on my part.”

“Logan, we haven’t done anything wrong,” Savi reassures me, her voice gentle and soothing as she speaks, her hand resting softly on my shoulder. “It's not like we're cheating or intentionally trying to hurt Trent. Our relationship was already over before you and I even met. And neither of us could have predicted the unexpected depth of our connection or that it would lead to us falling for each other.” Her words are filled with sincerity and understanding, spreading like a balm for my troubled heart.

As I lean back, I meet her gaze and reach up to lightly trace my fingertips along her jawline. “I know, Wildfire,” I comfort her. “But my guilt is not related to our relationship. I will never apologize for falling in love with you; I have no regrets about that. However, as his father, I owed him a conversation at the very least. It should have come from me, not his mother who likely twisted the truth and created her own version of it to turn him against me.”

Savi leans into my touch and furrows her brows, sighing softly. “Do you think I should talk to him? Explain everything and make him understand that we never intended to hurt him?” She offers, but I shake my head in response.

“No, my love,” I refuse and place a gentle kiss on her temple. “You don’t worry, alright? I'll handle it. And if Trent needs to hate me for a while, I'll take it.” A saddened look falls upon Savi’s pretty face which feels like a knife slicing my chest wide open. “Hey, hey, come on now, what’s with the long face, Wildfire?”

Savi's shoulders lift in a one-shoulder shrug, her gaze falling to the ground. Her voice is heavy with regret. “I just feel like I’m upending your life. It pains me deeply that my relationship with you will cause a rift between you and your son.” Sorrow and guilt weigh heavily on herwords as she speaks, her eyes reflecting the turmoil within her. “The two of you were just starting to rebuild your relationship and now it's likely completely wrecked because ofme.”

My brows knit together as I gently lift her chin, urging her to meet my gaze. “Savannah, please look at me,” I say calmly, and she slowly raises her eyes to meet mine. “I assure you, my love, that you are in no way upending my life.” I reassure her, brushing my hand along her jaw affectionately. “Actually, it's quite the opposite. Before I met you, I never realized just how uneventful my life was.”

“Really?” She responds, her amber eyes lighting up.

Smiling, I nod in affirmation. “You make me happier than I deserve to be, Wildfire.”

“You make me happy, too,” she replies, smiling radiantly. “Happier than I have ever been.” My heart swells in my chest at her words. Caressing the silkiness of her cheek I lean in and close the small gap between us and press my lips to hers. Savi returns the kiss and parts her lips, lightly brushing the tip of her tongue along my bottom lip, silently urging me to deepen the kiss. Our lips meld with fervor. A magnetic force pulling us into a realm where time blurred more with each deliberate stroke of our tongues.

This girl has a wicked way of weakening me.

Our lips still fused, Savi shifts, hiking her skirt up to straddle me. “We’re going to be okay, right?” she whispers between heated kisses. My hands wander under the black skirt she’s wearing to the roundness of her alluring ass as she grinds against my now hardening erection. I groan throatily when she nips at my lower lip and tugs. “Tell me we’re going to be okay.” she pleads with a hint of desperation in her voice. It seems we’re both sharing the same worry—will our relationship withstand this. Can our newfound love survive the obstacles that will surely arise now the news of our affair is out there?

“You’re mine, Savannah.” I avow, hiking her skirt up further until its around her waist and her perfect ass is fully exposed. “Do you understand. I don’t care who had you before me.” I rasp, nipping at her lower lip as I lift her and lay her on the bed. “Mine.”

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